36. Story

Tanya's POV

"Ha," I let out and gaped at them. "Hahaha," I cracked up in a full hysterical laugh as their expressions remained grim. I kept laughing as the tears kept running. I was laughing so hard that I didn't know how I ended up with my back on the cold floor as humor took over.

I avoided peering at them again to avoid being hit with the reality of their statement as I continued in my hysterics.

"This isn't a joke," Mom hissed at me and I sat up, giggles still leaving my form.

"Of course it is," I snorted and stood up, snort running from my nose. "I mean it has to be."

"Tanya," Dad called, yet I dismissed him.

"It is," I hiccuped and rubbed my dusty palms on my dress. "You can't just sit there and tell me all my life has been a lie."

"No darling it-"

"Shut up," I sniffed. "You can't simply begin to tell me that I've been an orphan." I trembled. "And to add to it, that the man I've come to love is the one who murdered them."